Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

"Wait! I'm not bad!

It was the man in the robe who came out with his hands up, screaming out loud. The physique and vocal qualities are definitely those of a man and do not resemble the "Magic Flute" Morska of a very special magician.

Real sticks his sword at the man as the question remains strong as to whether this man was really manipulating the warcraft.

"No, no, no, no."

The man falls back and buttocks under the pressure exerted by Real. But Real has no mercy whatsoever. The man who manipulates the Warcraft could not be forgiven by Real, whose mission it is to protect Leiria as the Thirteenth Apostle.

"Magic Flute" Morska wouldn't worry about it, but if an unfamiliar magician manipulates a warcraft, he always has enough accidents. Specifically, the warcraft that is out of its control runs wild and hits the operator or the human being, but what we have in common is that it forms a non-human being.

Furthermore, the man pleaded not guilty. Real anger springs up at a man who makes a self-centered claim that if he makes a mistake, he could have been in a serious situation.

"How did you do this?

"Ya, they asked me to! So I'm not bad!

Real gets even more angry at a man who loses his hips but defends himself diligently. Even if a man is ordained, his actions must be very dangerous.

"Who asked you to do this?"

"Oh, that's..."

A man gets stuck in words. Apparently, there are unspoken circumstances, or maybe I don't actually know anything. There are those who seek to engage in experimental behavior by giving money as a common method to criminal activity, but that's what happened this time.

"And I don't know! I'm an hired adventurer!

"Are you just going to cut white?

Real tone gets stronger. As a thirteenth apostle, the inexperienced Real was close to having no experience in criminal investigations. As a result, the usual means in crime were also poorly understood and neglected in ways such as this one.

So the man insists diligently.

"Because it's true! He said if we were drinking, we'd have a good story!

"Evidence?

"I don't have that... but it's true, believe me! I thought that was suspicious too, but I had to ride it because you paid me a fair amount in advance! Besides, I haven't killed anyone yet!

"Not yet?"

"Hih, hih..."

Real's expression gets tougher, and the man raises his frightened voice.

"Real, can you change things a little?

"Miko?"

Mikokabrera, who saw no situation, asked for the interrogation to change. With more experience than Real as an official of the Episcopal Church, Mikokabrera was wondering what the situation was like for a man.

Mico Cabrera would be more appropriate than Real, especially in this case.

"You don't know who hired you, do you?

"Oh, oh."

"But isn't it speculative as to which human being hired you?

"It's..."

Miko Cabrera doesn't miss a man's eyes swimming.

"If you're going to talk cooperatively, I guarantee your safety. But when I'm uncooperative, I can't guarantee my safety, okay?

Mikokabrera's tone is much calmer and gentler than Real's, but the wonder and its voice were cold and extraordinary.

The man immediately instinctively understands that Mikokabrera is more dangerous than Real and opens its heavy mouth a little bit.

"This is a prediction. There's no certainty."

"I don't mind."

"I was hired by a man from the Second District."

"Why would you think that?

"Technical skills…"

Real didn't understand the meaning of that answer, but Miko Cabrera gives a convincing look. Real, who has knowledge of Dacrea but has never actually encountered it, didn't realize that the man was a Dacrea person.

"So where are you from?

"I was a hired adventurer in an industrial city."

"I see. I see your point."

An industrial city is an independent city belonging to the second district of Dacrea, but with an exclusive trend against magicians. The reason for this is that Broad-Mamon, the Demon King of Dacrea II, stole the technology developed in the industrial city.

Whether true or false, human beings in industrial cities are not very impressed with magicians, especially demon kings. Still, the minimum force required employs adventurers as mercenaries for necessity, and I guess the man is one of them.

"I didn't even want to be on my hands like this. But these days, industrial cities have been paying less and less for us adventurers."

"So you think your employer's getting closer?

"Oh......"

There's no way you're lying to a man. Perhaps this man's claim is true.

If so, how was the remaining one manipulating the Warcraft? Overestimating doesn't feel enough magic to manipulate many warcraft. In other words, the man would use some kind of aid to manipulate the Warcraft, and the aid would have been developed by Eighty-Nine Broads Mamon.

Because he's about the only one with that much technical skills in Dacrea.

"So you want me to tell you how I was manipulating the Warcraft?

"It's..."

"I'm not willing to add any more warmth to this than your qualities have cracked."

"Are you guys a part of them?

"Those guys?

Miko Cabrera looks suspiciously at the man with the sudden look of fear.

"In the last few days, my brothers and sisters, who have done the same work as me, have been killed one after the other."

"To whom?

"I don't know. I've been desperate to escape to this forest, too, but those guys are probably after us. No, you must be after this powder"

That's how the man took out the red-colored sand in the vial. I don't even know the ingredients, but at first glance I think they crushed the Demonic Crystal stone and powdered it, but I doubt if this still works.

But the fact that the man took it out must have meant that the powder served as an aid for manipulating the Warcraft. We don't know what logic makes that possible.

"They're after this powder!

"So who is it?

"And I don't know! Yes, you can protect me! I won't resist and I'll tell you everything, so protect me from them!

The man who suddenly started begging for his life seemed very anxious. It's as if you're feeling a reaper hunting for your life approaching momentarily.

"I beg you! I'll even give this to you guys! So!"

That's how the man who tried to hand the vial to Mikokabrera also looked like he was trying to push the vial against Mikokabrera. But before the vial reaches Mico Cabrera, it splashes.

He was a rattled and trembling man in fear, but it was the man's scream that reached Miko Cabrera's ear the next moment.

"Ghahhhhhhhhhhhh l"

It is the figure of a man who is burned in flames who rushes to move from the man to the sight of Mikokabrera. Mikokabrera couldn't calmly accept the situation in a situation like the sudden ignition of the human body.

But soon he calmed down and tried to enter the fire extinguishing activity of the flames that burned the man himself, before which the man's body was severed in two. That's as if it was cut with a sharp blade.

"Who!?

Real raises his voice and alerts his surroundings. But by killing around, people's signs don't even feel fine dust. But there was definitely someone lurking there.

There's no sign, but there's someone there. Only because he was so sure could Real deal with the attack. Real blows the sword of a boy suddenly slashed from behind with inexhaustible magic.

"Shit..."

A boy who would be about the same age as Real stood on the ground with his tongue pounding. The boy's right hand holds a strangely shaped sword.

The name of that sword is Demon Sword Crimson Bloom. And it was Jack the Reaper and the fearful adventurer who manipulated the Devil's Sword.